One day, during my freshman year in high school, I began having pain in my abdomen. Judging from my sweating and crying, the school nurse assumed I was not faking and called my mom to pick me up. The pain was very intense and my mom could tell it was severe, so she took me to the emergency room. All tests pointed to appendicitis, but when my pain suddenly disappeared a couple hours later, the doctors became confused. Appendicitis doesn't just go away, so I was admitted for observation and more testing.

That evening, a very pretty nurse came to see me and explained that the doctor had ordered a barium enema, so they could check my appendix or anything else that might be wrong. The first step for a barium enema was to use medications to empty the bowels as much as possible, so I was given a foul tasting drink that was designed to 'clean me out' as the nurse put it. Next, I was humiliated beyond belief when she pulled aside the blanket and began placing an adult sized diaper on me. I insisted I could just walk to the bathroom, but she told me it wouldn't be possible because of all the equipment hooked up to me. She smiled and assured me that I would be covered and she would make sure any guests would not know a thing.

I didn't sleep well at all that night, thanks to the powerful laxative I had been made to drink. I ended up messing that diaper three times before I finally fell asleep. Each time, that same pretty nurse came within a few minutes to change me. I drifted off to sleep about 2am, but woke with a start at 5am when the nurse came to change my diaper. Apparently I had been having a naughty dream, because I nearly died of embarassment when I realized I had a raging hardon in full view of the nurse. She gave no indication that she even noticed, but as she rolled me onto my side to slide a fresh diaper under me, she said "I'm really sorry about this next part, but it is necessary". Saying nothing else, she shoved a suppository up my ass with her gloved finger. She then rolled me back, pulled my still erect penis down and taped the diaper closed.

Before leaving the room, she told me to try and hold the suppository as long as possible so it could do it's job. Within a few minutes, I could feel myself cramping up and it hurt. I called the nurse, thinking something was wrong. It took her a few minutes to return and by then I had messed my diaper yet again. I explained the cramps to her and she insisted it was normal and I would need to endure it a bit if I wanted the doctor to find out what was wrong with me. She set about changing my messy diaper and ended up inserting another suppository into my ass and insisted that I hold it in as long as possible this time, despite the cramps. This time I held it for probably thirty minutes before the cramps got the best of me and I once again messed myself. The effort exhausted me and I passed out before I could even ring the nurse to change me.

A few hours later, I was woken by another nurse who was there to get me ready for the x-ray technician. She started unplugging machines and removing monitors from my body. The x-ray tech was standing by, waiting for me, when the nurse realized my diaper was messy. She changed me into a clean diaper right in front of the tech, which was incredibly embarassing. Afterwards, I was seated in the wheelchair the tech was pushing and taken to x-ray.

In the x-ray room, he already had everything set up for me. There was a large table, with a recessed top, which was obviously designed that way in case someone lost control of their enema. Standing on poles next to the table were three large plastic bags. One was filled with a milky white liquid(Barium) and the other two with water. I was helped up onto the table and told to lay on my left side. I had no idea what the tech was doing behind my back for several minutes, but then I felt him untape the right side of my diaper and pull it down at angle across my ass. Then, without any warning, I felt something hard and greasy inserted into my ass. I winced at the pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the feel of something inflating inside me. I couldn't help but tense my rectum at the intruder and the tech told me I needed to stop or it wouldn't work correctly, but try as I might I couldn't stop.

He seemed annoyed as he finally just deflated the nozzle and removed it from my ass. He made a comment under his breath about getting the 'big boy' as he fetched a long sterile package from a drawer within my view. A few minutes later, my ass was once again invaded by something hard. This time, the inflation happened a bit deeper inside me and then I felt another inflation on the outside. I now know it was a double balloon retention nozzle, but it was a scary instrument of torture at fifteen.

When he released the flow on the bag, I felt intense pressure inside my bowels and I freaked out. I begged him to stop, but he told me it was just a little discomfort and it would pass. Within a few minutes, I was cramping badly, humiliated beyond belief and just broke down and cried. It took about 20 minutes for the bag to fill my bowels to the tech's satisfaction. I was then x-rayed a few times and when he was sure he had what he needed, he told me that he would remove the nozzle and let me use the toilet, but I needed to come right back for a clear water enema to rinse out the remaining barium.

He released the air from the nozzle and began to pull it out. Sensing that I wouldn't make it to the bathroom, he retaped my diaper into place and helped me down. As soon as I started walking toward the bathroom, I lost control and began spraying the barium into the diaper. Realizing what happened, the tech led me to the shower instead of the toilet and there I stood spraying the milky white substance into my oversoaked diaper. It leaked badly, and he knew it would, which was why I was placed in the shower. After I was finished expelling, he rinsed me off in the shower and handed me a towel.

My ordeal was far from over, however, as I was taken back to the table for a cleansing enema. He used the same nozzle and filled me just as full of water as he did barium. This time, after holding the enema for a good long bit, he helped me to the bathroom with the nozzle still in place. Standing at the toilet, he released the air valves and pulled the nozzle from my ass. It felt a lot better to be able to release into the toilet instead of a diaper in the shower. I had to endure one more cleansing enema after that to ensure the barium was rinsed out thoroughly.

The tech wheeled me back to my room and helped me into bed. A few minutes later, the nurse came in and began fastening all the gadgets to me once again. My heart sunk when she put me in a fresh diaper, but it turned out to be for the best. Within 10 minutes, I could hear my gut rumbling and realized I hadn't expelled all the water pumped into me. Over the next several hours, I had more than a few watery accidents. That evening, the doctor came to see me and informed me that I did in fact have appendicitis and I was scheduled for surgery the next morning.

After my surgery, I spent another three days in the hospital recovering. I spent the entire time in diapers and the IV that flowed into my arm made absolutely sure they were constantly wet. The whole experience had a huge effect on me and to this day, I find great comfort in being diapered by a beautiful woman. I'm also terrified of enemas, which is why they work as such an effective punishment.